This is a song about "My clueless brother"

You bout the issue bro, cus ive been though more shit then a tissue roll.

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

My brother on the bottom bunk, hates it, but it's all right

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Then my brother started picking on me

I stop and stare at the younger

To my own fucking brother

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

My brother need a new job

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms